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be my escape- relient k
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
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today's a visit the past day.
and i'm dedicating this entry to a dear friend of mine named unnamed x.
dear unnamed x,
how have you been? i hope you've been doing fine. it's been a long time since i last spoke to you, and a long time more before i'll speak to you really. with a deal of good luck, i won't ever have to speak to you again. gosh i'm so tempted by that prospect. i think i'm overdue for a dose of good luck anyway.
it's amusing, the stories i've heard about you. it cracks me up everytime i swear. it's better than the tabloids and those are really really good. it's easy to see why anyone would be willing be pay outrageously ridiculous prices for those, it's damn entertaining. comes in handy when boring folks like me wanna whittle away those long and mundane hours. i would advice a hot cup of milo/tea/coffee/chocolate and music of your choice to go along with the entertainment.
but enough about that.
i was thinking back upon the days of our memorable friendship just now in the loo. honestly i must admit, days were never boring with you around. the elements of danger and excitment were everpresent weren't they? sadly now i'm getting old, don't think i can handle the excitment anymore, in case my heart fails me and i die of a heart attack.
it's a sad case man.
talking about our friendship, how inconsiderate of me to leave out the climax. do forgive me, old friend. i'm getting too old for my own good and my memory's failing me, it's fucking depressing. oh yes, back to the topic at hand. (see, memory lapses.) it's getting unclear in my old age, but i vaguely remember you...
oh my.
it must be a mistake. how would you ever backstabbed me? with your upright and honest character, it must be a mistake.
all the lies.
all the deciet.
it's no wonder i remember you so fondly and with so much love.
poor "mistaken in the mind" you. (to kill a mockingbird by harper lee)
so many lies.
i do hope you didn't tell the wrong lie to the wrong person or anything like that? my god. that would be a diaster won't it. just imagine. tsk tsk.
as much i would love to spend my day recounting the unforgettable (hell yeah) past, i think i have to go back to my, according to your many fairytales (they make up fairytales don't they?), my damn exciting life that never has a dull or boring moment.
with much love,
jing.
ok la. enough about the the exciting past. i have to study.
gosh simply talking about you turns me off.
feeling a bit sick now.
bastard.